The Dark Divine - A Tale Of Evil

Bath

Luigi gasped at the sound of a ghostly shriek.
His blood ran cold. Where did that come from?
He stayed on the couch for a while, paralyzed with fear.
He wasn't sure if he could pull together the courage to move from his seat.
He sat still for a long time. Eventually, though he felt a need to move.
The young man heard his stomach growl.
He was reluctant to get up, but he decided it was better for him if he did.
He carefully stood onto the oddly warm floor, whatever the cause of the heat having gotten through his socks.
Luigi took a couple steps forward before he slipped. He hit the floor with a squelch.
He stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly and filled with horror.
Now his entire back was weirdly warm, and as he turned, he finally saw why.
His floor was awash with blood.
He squeaked in fear, trying to pull himself up, and as he tried moving away from the puddle, he fell again. This time, he landed face-first in the blood.
He cried out and pulled himself up much more frantically.
What kind of hellscape was he plunged into?
He finally managed to move himself into the kitchen, trailing blood as he went.
He tried to at least get it off his hands, both by running tap water on them and by wiping them with a towel. It didn't work.
He frowned.
He decided to just have some cereal, since it would prevent him from having to get blood on his food and in his mouth, or, any more than it was already.
After he ate, he began to walk back to the living room, staring at the puddle and rubbing his fingers against one another.
Where did all this blood come from? It had to have been somewhere.
He was unsure if he wanted the answer to that or not.
His stained clothing, soaked skin, and red, sticky hair reeked of rot and death, and was just so uncomfortable.
He kept finding himself feeling for the blood, though he was unsure why. As he returned to the couch, he fell again, but he stumbled just enough to collapse on the couch.
He didn't want to go anywhere in the house if he could avoid it.
There was enough of a mess.
Once it dried, he could start moving elsewhere. It'd still make a mess, yes, but nothing as horrific.